100 lyrics for "I can't go on"
All night, love all night Practice makes perfect, gonna get it right Gonna get it right, one night at a time Let's take our love, one night at a time Oh, I think about you all day long It feels so good, it can't be wrong I got my fingers crossed that
PlayYou can't come in You don't live here anymore I need soothing My lips aren't moving My God is brooding I banish you with love Oh, my hopeless wanderer Oh, some creepy conjurer Who touched the rim
PlayThat you like somebody Wanna hold somebody Why can't we keep it on the sweet side See how it feels to take a slow ride Well, you know how it goes When you meet somebody But you just can't stand To think about somebody
PlayBecause she way out I've never seen her talk but I'm telling you she way out I've never seen her dance moves, dancing like she way out Moving but she just can't move She's definitely got the style on you With a face from a movie scene Or magazine, you
PlayThere's something dying on the street You're gonna get back on your feet Up against the wall When they knock you down (No you can't stop now) Remember what I said Boy you was battle born Cause you can't stop now (Cause you can't stop now) You lost faith
PlayHave I got a deal for you Well you look like the kind who's got an eye for a bargain A kind of guy who likes to shop around Well I got me this old heart That I'm putting on the market And I'll make you a deal you can't turn down A heart that's almost
PlayI've flown around the world in a plane I've settled revolutions in Spain And the North Pole I have charted Still I can't get started with you On the golf course, I'm under par Metro Goldwyn have asked me to star I've got a house, a showplace Still I
PlayBurn all the bridges and fire in the hole Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Open windows, closing doors God can't help us anymore Souls forever come and go The critics never forget it This ain't a game I'm gonna talk it, I ain't ashamed I'm gonna walk it, I'll never
PlayRun up the money, then count up the commas And go get the money lil' bitch (Money, lil' bitch) Hundred round drum on the Glock These bitches be suckin' and swallowin' dick I swear I can't trust 'em for shit (Trust 'em for shit) Know that's a dusty lil'
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